Where’s Thomas Wolfe when you need him?

That soft Virginia drawl, the white suit, the hat tipped ever so cockily ... all masked the saber-like penetration of his observation, deft wit, and unapologetically acute assessment of American culture as it courses and bobs on the never-ending sea change of history.Yes, that Wolfe ... he who offered us “The Right Stuff” well after the Kool Aid Acid Test’s new psychedelic religion; who exposed the soft Wall Street underbelly and moral deterioration via one Sherman McCoy; used [...]